fandomhigh | Camp Shenanigans, Wednesday, June 5, 2019

"Good morning!" Anakin blared through the microphone. "An essential skill of a camper is the ability to feed yourself over a campfire--BEAKER, GET AWAY FROM THE CAMPFIRES."

There was slightly charred sounding apologetic meeping as Beaker moved away from one of the two campfires that had been carefully set up in the park. There were rickety looking folding tables arranged nearby the fires with cutting boards, knives, bowls, and other ~~moddable~~ kitchen items nearby. There was, however, no power. Everything would have to be chopped and grated and opened from a can by hand.

"Today, you will be paired up and asked to feature one of two different sets of menu items," Anakin continued. "And then you will present them to our esteemed panel of judges: Summer, Hannibal, Peebee, and Vette." He pointed to the judges. "Your meal must be cooked over the campfire. We have an array of other ingredients--" he pointed to a pantry and set of mini fridges that Beaker was now standing near, so expect that to spontaneously fall over any minute now, "--for you to use to supplement your original ingredients, but you must use the three ingredients we give you." He took a deep breath. "Please don't give the judges food poisoning, and remember that presentation matters. Listen for your names!"

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Mitsutada fought down a dry heave.

"...who said anything about combining them?" he said in a small voice.

"Oh. I just assumed we were supposed to," Peter said. "I have no idea what any of it tastes like. I'm pretty sure I ate tuna a millennium ago, but..." He shrugged. "What would you do with it, then?"

Mitsutada paused, and since his brain wanted to focus on things other than culinary horrors, he went right in on the odd implications of Peter's statement.

"...a millennium ago?"

"I switched to a diet of blood about twelve hundred years ago," Peter said. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "I haven't eaten since then. I can microwave popcorn pretty well by now, because of movie night, but I mostly don't cook, and when I did it was cookfires mostly."

"Right."

Mitsutada was just going to accept that, because honestly it was less horrifying than a peanut-gelatin and tuna sandwich.

"So can you taste things, or is it falling to me to be our palate for this?"

"I could probably lick them, but that's about it," Peter said. "Otherwise, it's on you. Sorry."

Mitsutada was having trouble maintaining his normal composure here.

"...do you drink? I vote we go for a drink."

"I don't get drunk, but I do drink," Peter answered. "You want to just give up, though?"

"It's not giving up, it's a tactical retreat from an unwinnable situation," Mitsutada said. "I could make this work in a full kitchen. Here, I would make a nightmare."

Peter laughed. "And I'd have no way of telling otherwise. First round's on me as an apology."

Camp Shenanigans, Wednesday, June 5, 2019

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